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Jacqui's Stories


Closest I ever got

I guess I was just a dreamy 15 year old, like a lot of the other girls at my
school. We didn't know much about our bodies, or boys. I was proud of my young
tits, used to get jostled and touched in the crowded bus and train I took to
school.

A couple of times, necking in the back of the bus with boys I got a bit carried
away and let them feel me up. The girls said some of them used to let their
buddies smell their fingers afterwards, but I never did it with that kind of
boy. I had actually done the real thing once, after a concert in the park. He
got excited real quick, pulled out and came all over my bush. I nearly died, I
thought my mom would be sure to smell it on me.

Anyway, this afternoon I came home from school to study for a Math exam with
this really cool guy named Brian. He was 17 and reckoned Math was easy in my
year, so he didn't mind helping me. All my friends thought he was interested in
me, and I thought he was really nice, more mature than the other boys.

It was mom's tennis afternoon, so we had the house to ourselves, and well, Math
was really boring, and sitting there with Brian so close...

As I said, I was not very experienced, and I trusted Brian, and well, so there
I was lying back on my mom and dad's bed, in my school dress, with my legs over
the edge, panties down around my ankles, with Brian's head between my legs, his
hands up under my dress lightly massaging my teenage breasts, fingers playing
with my nipples. I was in dreamland, my eyes closed. I had never felt this
before, I'd never even masturbated the whole way before.

God, his tongue felt so...gentle, so soft and wet...so firm, as he lapped up my
pussy. I felt the warm flush spreading up my belly and I was breathing hard
before even I realized it. I could feel my hips moving, of their own accord it
felt, using my feet to press off the floor to follow his mouth with my wet
pussy, trying to keep his tongue on my clit.

I could feel myself getting more out of control, my mouth was dry, I couldn't
believe it could feel this good. From within my dream, I heard someone call my
name, "Jacqueline...". It slowly sunk in that it wouldn't be Brian, then I felt
him lift his head, and I heard my mom's voice VERY loud "Jacqueline, what the
HELL do you think you're doing!"

I looked up, already choking with a sob, from embarrassment, anger and hell,
sheer frustration. I mumbled "We were studying Math", oh shit, how pathetic I
felt...Brian was standing in his undies looking sheepish, with his face all
wet, and the biggest bulge in his pants I had ever seen.

My mom was standing there in her tennis dress screaming "How could you do this
to me - Jacqueline, LISTEN to me - go straight to your room" just like I was
still a kid! I ran out of there shouting "This is none of your business...how
dare you..." I slammed the door of my room and fell on the bed crying. What
would Brian think? Would he ever talk to me again?

After a while I got up, my crotch was all sticky and yucky, so I went to the
bathroom to wash up. I was standing at the sink washing with a nice warm
washer, which felt quite nice actually, when I heard a strange sound. I thought
it might be our dog Bennie, it didn't sound like anything I knew - well I had
never seen or heard my mom and dad do it, they were always really quiet, I
guess they didn't want us kids to know when they did it.

I went down the hall, the sounds were coming from mom's room, and as I peeped
in the half open door I got the shock of my life - my mom moaning and bucking
on the bed, lying just where I had been, but her legs were wrapped around
Brian's back. I could see right up under his ass, his balls hanging down
swinging in time, his thick cock going in and out real steady - I didn't know
how wet a pussy could get until I saw my mom fucking Brian that day.

God, he was in no hurry, he was in his stride, and looked like he could keep
that up for a while.

I had never seen (or heard) my mom like this! The sight of it was making my
pussy wet, and this tense feeling down there had never gone away after Brian
stopped licking me before. I sat down in the hall where I could see them, and
started fingering myself. Our dog Bennie came up and sniffed my cunt - I had to
push him away a couple of times, and he went and lay down and watched me with a
puzzled expression.

I watched Brian's ass bobbing over my mom, I could see her pussy gripping his
cock, her juices running down her ass. I fingered my clit in time to their
fucking, holding my lips apart with my other hand. My mom was moaning and
bucking - I couldn't see her face, and I sorta couldn't believe it was actually
her. The sight and sound of them doing it was such a turn on I came in a rush
before they did, and I slumped there in the hall, sweat running down my neck
over my breasts. I could see Brian was in more of a hurry now, mom was moaning
like a pig, I could see his balls tighten and his cock seemed to swell - he
started to grunt and pumped with a quick jerky action that made mom suddenly
gasp and cry out like something had just stung her. Then Brian sorta stopped
with a shudder, his cock right in to the hilt, and slumped over her. I watched
amazed as his dick wilted and I could see his cum leaking out and running down
her ass. Her legs slid down off his back and as he rolled off he saw me sitting
out here watching.

It looked like mom was asleep. Brian crept out to me, his dick and balls
glistening with my mother's pussy juice, and said "I'm sorry, I didn't want to
do it". Oh yeah! He was crying, he said she threatened to tell his folks what
she found us doing. God she's a bitch, I felt sorry for him, "Its OK Brian", I
got up and hugged him.

I looked in at my mom, and was startled to see that Bennie had gone in and was
nuzzling between her legs, and as we watched she rolled her legs apart a bit,
and Bennie started lapping up her pussy juice with his long pink tongue. This
was more than I could handle, and went to stop Bennie, but Brian held me back.
I turned to him, noticed that his dick was starting to rise again. Men! I said,
"I'm outa here" and as I turned to go I heard my mom say softly "Good boy, good
boy" and as she opened her legs wider, still hanging over the edge of the bed,
Bennie mounted her. I saw her hand reach down to guide his long pink dick into
her!

I dragged Brian away and ran down the hall to my room, with the sound of
grunting and groaning behind us, my mom or Bennie I wasn't sure.

We got to my room and closed the door. Brian said "I'm sorry, I love you", and
held me gently. I said "I can't handle what happened, just lie with me and hold
me", and I looked at his raging hardon, "I don't want sex" I said looking into
his deep blue eyes. We lay down on my bed, just holding each other. He kissed
my neck softly. All I could think of was the tenderness we had before my mom
interrupted us. The vision of Brian's ass and cock and balls pounding my mom's
pussy kept coming into my head. I closed my eyes tight and tried to stop the
tears. The more I pictured them the more I became aware of the pounding of my
heart and this warm fuzzy feeling between my legs, and I realized I was wet
down there. Then we were kissing. His tongue was in my mouth and felt so good.
My hand brushed his cock, which was hard. I could feel his veins standing out
and the wonder of his smooth hard knob, better than any boy's dick I had held
before. He was gently kneading my mound, and slipped a finger into my wet
pussy. I whispered to him "Fuck me like you did to her". And he did.

After I came, I felt like I was in shock. I remember him tucking me into bed,
but when I woke he was gone, and it was dark outside, I heard my mom call
softly from outside my door, "Daddy will be home soon - you better shower and
get dressed for dinner - its OK baby". I cringed. I didn't want to face this.

Over dinner I hardly looked up, just waiting for mom to tell my Dad what a slut
his little girl was. I barely registered when dad said he would be out late the
following night at a seminar. Then mom said, "Jacqui, why don't you ask that
nice boy who was coaching you with your Math this afternoon round for dinner
tomorrow night? What was his name?"

I was stunned, I nearly choked on my food. "Brian" I said, "It was Brian
Jones". "Oh yes," she said, "such a nice boy", and she gave me this really
sweet smile, just like the whole thing had never happened.

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OK, so I lied

I'm 32, happily married, with two kids. When I say happy, I'm too busy to
notice half the time. My husband works hard and is usually too tired to take
much notice of me, except when he wants sex, which most of the time I'm too
tired for. When I find my self really in need of a good fuck, about every ten
days, he generally can't handle the strength of my urge, and after a little
humping in which I can barely feel his cock touching the sides of my cunt, he
comes and I have to finish myself by hand after he rolls off.

I hardly get any time to myself, so when I do I really enjoy the opportunity to
relax, with no pressure to be running and fetching for two young school age
kids (and a grown man too for that matter). I play tennis with some other
mothers once a week, and was invited to fill in for one Sunday morning tennis
recently. I was determined to have this time to myself, so I told my husband he
had to take the kids out for the morning while I played tennis. We arranged to
meet for lunch later and take the kids to a movie.

The match went well and I felt tired but pleased that I played respectably
enough not to let the team down. I felt proud of my body, still fit enough to
keep up with some of the younger women. I obviously haven't completely lost it
yet! I didn't stay long after the match as I had to get home, change and get a
cab into the city to meet up with my family at a cafe for lunch.

It was great in the shower, I had that good feeling you get after exercise. I
enjoyed soaping my body and just leaning back as the warm water cascaded down.
Pity I couldn't stay longer! I dried off, admiring myself in the mirror. My
breasts and belly sagged a bit (not too bad, some of the other mothers were
worse) and my loose pussy lips gave me just a twinge of regret for that lost
tightness from before I had kids. Two kids have entered the world through that
cunt! God I wish my husband was bigger. Gotta get my mind back on the job! I
finished drying, powdered myself off, and walked down the hall to the bedroom,
wondering what to wear.

Thinking about all those clothes I used to fit into, I guess I drifted off into
dreamland. I was lying back on the bed staring at the ceiling with my legs over
the edge, one hand behind my head, the other cradlng my mound, just sorta
stroking myself unconsciously, when I heard our German Shepherd, Jack, pad into
the room and felt his soft fur against the inside of my leg. I smiled and
looked down to see his shining eyes smiling back at me. "Not today, Jack". Once
or twice I had let him nuzzle my bush, usually when my husband was away on
business and I was alone, after putting the kids to bed. I had never let him
lick me all the way. I felt guilty getting turned on by a dog. And I didn't
want to encourage him in case he got in the habit of sniffing my crotch like
some dogs try to do, when other folks were around.

Before I could push him back he put his nose in between my legs, and moving my
hand away, gave me a quick lick, expertly running his tongue up between my
pussy lips and touching my sweet spot. I moaned, it was so unexpected, and my
body told me it was sooo what I needed. I didn't even need to open up, he was
right in there with that wonderful tongue, warm and wet and rough enough to
make me thrill with each stroke. His warm fur along my thigh made me want to
wrap my legs around him. I put my hands behind his ears to push him away, and
felt his soft fur, his head moving as he lapped me up and down. But I didn't
push him away. I surprised myself how quickly I became aroused, I could feel
the wetness running down my ass. My head was back, eyes closed, my breathing
was hard and I could feel a bead of sweat on my chest. I was suddenly oblivious
to time, and the need to get dressed, I just couldn't move, except to move my
hips up and down to meet Jack's tongue.

Then I felt him stop and looked down to meet his gaze, I could swear he was
asking me if he could climb on. I pulled him gently behind the ears and he
softly stepped up with his forelegs either side of me, his head on my chest, as
he thrust about with his hips trying to find the way in. I felt between my legs
for his dick, hard and fully extended, and without hesitation guided him in. I
had felt him before once or twice while petting him. He liked to lie on his
back and have his tummy rubbed, and sometimes he got an erection, well I
couldn't resist feeling his furry sheath to see what his dick felt like. And
now it felt good. Uhhh, it was every bit as thick as my husband, and the
humping action was incredible, much more...insistent than a man, I could feel
his hind legs straining. I raised my legs to feel his furry hips as he humped
strongly. My cunt felt like at last I was being fucked by a real cock. I ran my
hands over his furry shoulders, feeling all his energy concentrated in his hips
and cock, my pussy pulsing with every thrust, gripping him like I hadn't
gripped a man for so long. I felt the warmth and pleasure spreading like waves
through my body from my cunt up through my belly. I was beginning to come when
I felt the base of his cock swelling. I had read a little about this in one of
my husbands sex magazines (he didn't know that I knew where he hid them!), but
nothing prepared me for the orgasm I had as his cock knotted and my cunt was
stretched and spasmed like I had never felt before. The pressure on my clit as
we both came was unbelievable. My whole body shook and I begged him to stop (as
if he could!) I had never felt so wrung out after sex, I could hardly breathe,
or move. We just lay there for a while, soaked in my sweat, my cunt still
stretched by his incredibly hard cock. I could feel him trying to pull back but
I quickly held him with my arms and legs, and softly said "Good boy, easy
Jack", because I knew it wasn't going to come out just yet!

I nearly had a panic attack thinking what if my husband and the kids walk in!
WE just lay there panting, and Jack relaxed, just lying there with my arms
around him. After a while his dick slipped out, and before I could do anything
so did our combined come.

By the time I had another shower and threw the bedspread in the washing machine
I was running late. I got to the cafe just as the kids were finishing lunch. My
husband was really pissed off, but fortunately didn't make a scene in front of
the kids, and then we were in the movie theatre in the dark, so he couldn't
remark on my flushed face. I guess he thought I was just stressed by rushing
into the city (I said I had trouble getting a cab). I just sat back in my
theatre seat and let the whole morning's events sink in. I forget what the
movie was!